Biography of Pagie York
i abonden my mother as she did me.
i never had a father
im adopted by grandparents
and their death will be my life taken away from me
i have sister, that i came to love.
she had a son; that i will protect with love.
Pagie York's Works:
i have not writen just yet. Later in my life, i will.
Pagie York Poems
Mother So Curel
If I could show you forever I would If I could take away the pain and replace it with happiness I would If I could turn the pages back and burn everything away
You silly man, that looks for envy, in which you can not find. All mier women who are ripe, you glance over with spite,
Melancholy, My Love
Are you sinking in to devotion of melancholy, my love Do seek for revenge to cease the burn in your throat my love
You silly man, that looks for envy,
in which you can not find.
All mier women who are ripe,
you glance over with spite,
You silly man, you too are blind.
For all that glitters is not gold.
Sitting high upon you ivory tower,
i shed crocidile tears, upon your spite.